After crossing the harbour to Tor Point, on the right, is _Thankes_, a seat of the noble family of Graves, which commands a pleasing view of the Harmoaze and surrounding country. _Antoney House_, the seat of the Right Hon. Reginald Pole Carew, is an elegant mansion beautifully situated on a branch of the Lynher Creek. It contains a great variety of family portraits, and a few other fine paintings, by Holbein, Vandyke, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and other artists. The village of ANTONEY is about three miles from Plymouth, and has a very picturesque appearance from the road.—The _Church_ is a small fabric situated on an eminence, and contains several handsome memorials of the Carew family; one of which to the memory of Richard Carew, the author of the Survey of Cornwall, has a long Latin inscription and the following curious verses: Full thirteen fives of yeares I toiling have o’erpast, And in the fourteenth, weary, enter’d am at last. While rocks, sands, storms, and leakes to take my bark away, By grief, troubles, sorrows, sikness did essay; And yet arriv’d I am not at the port of death, The port to everlasting life that openeth. My time uncertain, Lord, long certain cannot be, What’s best to me’s unknown and only known to thee, O by repentance and amendment grant that I May still live in thy fear and in thy favor dye. The prospects from the church-yard are extremely pleasing, and justly merit the eulogium of one of our modern poets: “The raptur’d eye now wanders round The circling stretch of distant ground, Where fading mountains crown the scene, With many a fertile vale between— Where sporting with the solar beams, Famed Tamar winds her wanton streams, And deck’d with villas, forts, and towns, With woods and pastures, hills and downs, With docks and navies—England’s pride— And lighter barks that swiftly glide.” About four miles from Antoney, to the right of the road after passing Craft Hole, is _Sheriock Church_, an antient building containing some curious tombs of the Dawnay’s, and a superb monument to the memory of Sir Edward Courtenay and his Lady. The following beautiful lines are also engraved on a memorial for one of the Duckworth Family, who died at an early age: Dear lost Penelope, and must this tomb, Quench the sweet promise of thy opening bloom, Crush the sweet harvest of a mind so fair, Its early piety, its filial care. No there are seeds that angry tempests brave, These cannot perish in a timeless grave, Sprung from the Tree of Life, to them ’tis given, Though sown on earth, to germinate in heaven.